Suit jackets are buttoned, ties are tied, the Oxfords are on, not the Brogues. That can only mean one thing – the Kingsman are back!
Last night, the second outing for the Kingsman debuted, and what an adventure it was!
Robots, psychopathic villains and character resurrections define The Golden Circle, in one of the maddest, out of this world films I’ve seen this year.
Think Kingsman 1, but bigger, better, and all round crazier, and you have the vaguest idea of this film.
The Golden Circle follows Eggsy (Taron Egerton) and Merlin (Mark Rylance), the only surviving members of the Kingsman, after every hideout is blown to pieces, as they travel to America to find the US version of their organisation – The Statesman.
The two could not be more different, the Kingsman are the definition of stylish, discreet, and gentlemanly. The Statesman are quite a bit louder, brasher, and just about every stereotype an American secret service organisation could be – but with some very cool toys.
Naturally, Eggsy and Merlin clash terribly with Statesman agents Whiskey (Pedro Pascal), Champs (Jeff Bridges), and Tequila (Channing Tatum), but have to work as best they can to take down The Golden Circle, who have a plan to kill millions with infected drugs.
Sound like enough to be dealing with? Well, there’s another thing to add to that list of problems – Harry is back. That’s right, Harry Hart (Colin Firth), Eggsy’s mentor, previously shot-through-the-head-and-dead agent of Kingsman, is alive. Missing an eye, and all of his memories, but he’s alive. And Eggsy has no idea what to do, he has to complete the mission, but he needs Harry back to his old self, so the old crew are back together.
Hilarious, insane, and ruder than the first, Kingsman: The Golden Circle is an unforgettable thrill ride. Anyone who says it was too long, or suffered from thinking ‘bigger is better’ is entirely wrong, and clearly don’t know what the Kingsman franchise is all about. It’s about massive fight scenes, far-fetched plots, insane characters, it’s escapism in it’s truest form.
I laughed, I nearly cried, and loved every damn second of it. As Eggsy would say – it was fucking awesome – and well worth seeing several times over.
OMG, three new posts in three days?! Perfect time to post a three in one video!
I’ve just spent the entire day, since 8 am this morning, watching the new Marvel Netflix show – Defenders.
And ohhhh boy, was it AMAZING!
The eight episodes chronicle previous Netflix series heroes – Daredevil (Charlie Cox), Jessica Jones (Krysten Ritter), Luke Cage (Mike Colter) and Iron Fist (Finn Jones), as they team up to finally put a stop to The Hand – an organisation both Iron Fist and Daredevil have faced before.
Without giving away spoilers, of which they are many, the TV show is an absolute thrill ride and brings Marvel’s Netflix world back on track.
Things, for me at least, fell apart a bit during Iron Fist’s first solo outing. The fight scenes did nothing for me, the story wasn’t all that interesting, and, quite frankly, everyone around Iron Fist was more interesting than Iron Fist himself.
But, Defenders brings Netflix back on track. A brilliant story line, excellent fight scenes for everyone, lots of blood, guts and gore, there’s something for everyone.
Also, Marvel has clearly taken the time to improve the character behind the Iron First, Danny Rand. His choreography was far better than before, and while naive (and, admittedly, still annoyingly head strong) Danny almost became likeable.
Don’t get me wrong, I finished the series still not liking him, but I hated him less after this series. I still laughed at watching him get beaten up, but I wasn’t actively wanting him to get killed like I was in his solo series.
Personally, I think it was all down to how he was presented, and how he interacted with other characters.
His fellow Defenders really offset Danny’s annoying tendencies and stopped him rushing into danger a lot, as well as shut down his naive moments. He still had them, but at least his ideas weren’t followed through with for the most part, so I didn’t feel like tearing my hair out with frustration with him.
As for the other Defenders, they were all still on complete top form. They blended together perfectly in my opinion. They didn’t like each other all that much, and certainly didn’t get along for most of the show, but they still blended together well.
I had been worried that this series wouldn’t work, as the characters are too different in personality and too similar in powers. But it actually worked incredibly well.
Worked so well, in fact, I was near tears by the end. Honestly, I very nearly cried at the end. At the very least, I was terrified that someone wasn’t going to come back.
From the cinematography to the plot, to the comic references, this show is truly bringing Marvel back on track.
If you’re someone who loves Marvel, violence, gore, or just Netflix TV shows, I would highly recommend Marvel’s The Defenders. It’s clever, funny in places, violent to the extreme at points, and restored my faith in Marvel’s Netflix universe.
The Defenders are officially in business, and I cannot wait to see what they do next, individually or together.
Whatever they do next, it will certainly be one hell of a ride.
What does every writer want, more than anything? More than a book deal, along with a movie adaption deal?
Someone to write the book for them, that’s what. And don’t try to tell me you don’t, every writer has, at least once in their writing life, wished the book would either write itself, or for someone to do it for them.
That’s exactly what Philip Murdstone gets.
Murdstone starts this book as an established writer, but he hasn’t published anything in years, and his sales are going through the floor. He usually writes books for ‘sensitive boys,’ overcoming some sort of trial in their lives, and that kind of thing just isn’t selling anymore.
What is selling, though, is fantasy. Fantasy is selling by the bucket loads. Every literary agent, publishing house, and writer, is looking to create the next Harry Potter.
There’s one problem. Murdstone hates fantasy, abhors it, wants it banished from the world. He’d rather die than write a fantasy.
“I hate Tolkien. I mean. Bloody pretentious escapist nonsense, isn’t it?”
His agent doesn’t like the genre very much either, but it sells, so who cares?
But when he is faced with no other choice, he gives in, and that’s where this story starts.
Murdstone ends up meeting Pocket, a swearing, uncouth, yet strangely likeable, Greme from another land, who agrees to tell him about Morl, a dark necromancer trying expand his Thule. The book becomes an instant classic, Murdstone soars to J.K Rowelling levels of fame.
It all comes at a price, though. And that price is Morl trying to use a sacred Amulet to get into this world, an Amulet that Murdstone possesses, and uses, to translate Pocket’s stories into our language.
Every writer’s dream, and worst nightmare, wrapped into one.
But, for a reader, it’s brilliant.
For a reader, who also happens to be a writer, or knowledgeable in the publishing industry, it is dream, to read.
Full of sass, snark, and just about every insult to Tolkien, Rowelling, and the fantasy genre as a whole, The Murdstone Trilogy is an unrelenting, yet hilarious, story, with twists and turns galore. Nothing is safe from Murdstone and his ire.
“Writers no longer work in solitude, crafting meaningful and elegant prose. No. They have to spend most of their time selling themselves on the fucking internet. Blogging and tweeting and updating their bloody Facebook pages and their wretched narcissistic websites.”
In between the Hamlet-esque ‘is he mad, or is this actually happening,’ diatribes against just about everything, and the fear for Murdstone’s life, there are moments where the audience can really sympathise with Murdstone’s plight.
Every writer has thought that they couldn’t finish the book, or face huge deadlines that loom overhead, or have been so unbelievably stuck, they didn’t think they could ever get out of it.
Every writer has wished that they were as successful as J K Rowelling.
Every writer has definitely wished for someone to take the story away and magically complete it for them.
And that’s the magic of this book. It’s wacky, and insane, but it speaks to the authors, the publishers, the editors. It creates a story focused around the world of publishing, while keeping the most fantastical elements flowing.
I loved every second of this book. It was truly a wonderful read, that had me laughing throughout, and half wishing I could have my own Murdstone-style adventure.
Witty, uncompromising, definitely not for the faint of heart, but, an absolute must read for anyone who loves books.
Alright, I’ve had 4 hours sleep, which was interrupted thanks to a lovely pounding headache, but I have to write this now because I cannot stop thinking about Guardians Of The Galaxy Volume 2.
I’ve been looking forward to this one for a while, as I do with all the films Marvel releases, but the Guardians have had a special place in my heart for a while. The first film was a triumph, and made me fall in love with how different they are from other superheros in the franchise, how the humour is kicked up a notch, and just simply how lighthearted this rag-tag team of misfits are.
But Volume 2 hit me sideways. I was not expecting the turns this film took, I was expecting a laugh out loud comedy action film, instead I got a funny, but poignant, film focusing entirely on one important thing: family.
When we left the Guardians Of The Galaxy had just learnt to work together as a group, and in this film, they still work together, but they’ve become a family. And by family, I mean a very dysfunctional one. Peter and Rocket argue constantly, Gamora is ignoring all of Peter’s advances, Drax doesn’t listen to a word anybody else says. Groot mostly stays out of it, because he’s just a tiny baby tree (and by just I mean the cutest thing Marvel have ever created), who is in essence a toddler who likes to cause trouble. The arguing is getting worse and worse, they all love each other in their own ways, but they haven’t learnt to live together, and they are getting close to tearing each other apart.
Meanwhile, Yondu’s crew have mutinied against him, The Sovereign are after the Guardian’s, and there’s a mysterious man hanging around with an alien claiming to be Peter’s dad. That’s right, Peter’s dad has found him, and we finally find out why Peter could hold an Infinity Stone without dying instantly.
I won’t say who he is for spoiler reasons, though if you’re on the internet as much as I am, you’ll know by now, as it was announced months ago. All I’ll say is that the man is full of mystery, and thanks to him, we find out so much more about each member of the team, things that we were desperate to know, some we really weren’t.
I’m making this sound like it’s really angsty all the way through, and it really isn’t. The essence of what makes Guardians Of The Galaxy is still there, the humour definitely more adult in places, but this is still as fun as the first one, if not more so. The plot is great, with some fantastic plot twists that hit me so hard in the chest I nearly wanted to cry. The stakes are higher, the bad guys are more powerful, and most importantly, the films heart got bigger. The Guardians have always been about family, and this time it shines brighter in the most beautiful way.
Volume 2 is like Volume 1, dialed up 100 notches, it’s brilliant, fantastic, just as mind-blowing as the first. I loved every second. I laughed, I nearly cried, I freaked out in places at references as to what is to come later in the MCU. Essentially, I loved it. Plain and simple.
Guardians Of The Galaxy Volume 2 is an awesome mix of fun, love, and consequences. A film I feel that everyone should watch. Marvel have once again hit the nail on the head, and made one amazing film.